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Geek - and geek hard!

@mahlarchuck / mahlarchuck.tumblr.com

Yo! Name's Jess and I'm just kickin' it... one puppy at a time. Gryffindor. Never growing up. I like shiny things and right now, I'm probably singing.

Ruben Gallego is a credible challenger to Synema in 2024.

I’m maxing out to Gallego in the next election. We need more Democrats who will take this fight to the people who are ensuring these mass murders keep happening.

My current favourite tiktok trend is the one where people wrap presents to look like something they’re not and some people get ridiculous with it

Like:

✨The dedication ✨

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Look at all this ones tho ajdkakdka

I dunno wrapping anime merch to look like cocaine seems like a pretty apt comparison.

Years ago back when I worked in cubicle land, we were hiring junior software developers. They didn’t have to have a ton of experience, just a willingness to learn, and some demonstration of their software skills. Like: show me a program you wrote (any language) or a web site you designed. Anything.

And there was this one guy I talked with who seemed super sharp, but had virtually zero experience writing software. When it came time to do the show-n-tell part of the interview he whips out his laptop, brings up a website, and spins it around to show me what he made.

A website of tiny ceramic frogs.

Not for sale. Just… all these ceramic frogs, organized into categories. Frogs on bicycles, frogs with hats, frogs sitting on lily pads. It was a virtual museum of ceramic frogs in web form.

I scrolled through his online collection of frogs, slightly baffled.

“This is your website?” I asked finally.

“Yep!”

“You coded this yourself?” I popped into view-source mode and poked around some incredibly well-formatted, well-commented html. I nodded slowly. This guy was meticulous.

“Yep!”

“So… where’d all the frogs come from?”

“I made those too,” he says, beaming. 

And while I’m processing this he rummages in his bag and pulls out a little ceramic frog working at a computer terminal. He places it on the table before us, next to the laptop.

“And THIS one,” he says, “I made for you! As a thank you for the interview.”

It was adorable. I hired him on the spot. I mean, why not? Worst case he’d wash out in 90 days and we’d hire somebody else. He turned out to be one of the best developers on our team. 

And yes, his cubicle was loaded with ceramic frogs.

The only “Not All Men” post I’ll reblog.

To break down rape culture, we need to stop teaching people that men can’t help themselves; they absolutely can look for enthusiastic consent, and they must. This is absolute bare minimum decent human being behaviour. 

Also, if you stop teaching people that “men can’t help themselves” it tends to go hand in hand with teaching the fact that no, men do not “always want it”– which in turn is beneficial for those men who might themselves be assaulted, regardless of the rapist’s gender. Enthusiastic, mindful consent applies to everyone.

So, I decided to take a travel Xray job in the beginning of June and make that my career, so my first job landed me in New Orleans.

I was just out with some friends and a guy walks up to the bar at the restaurant we’re at and he looks really familiar. In my head I was like, he’s an actor from somewhere and I can’t put a name to his face. And then I realized he played in the Avengers and then I was like he’s the Falcon.

So, I googled Anthony Mackie (who I found out is from NOLA) to be sure. I couldn’t really tell if it was him because he had a mask on because he’s a good person obvs. So, I told my friends that I’m pretty sure that’s Anthony Mackie. They didn’t know who I was talking about!

Anyway, it’s time for us to leave and we go outside and have to walk past him. Sure enough, it’s definitely Anthony Mackie. I’m not mistaken. His mask was off and I could tell by his teeth. I was so dumbfounded and starstruck that I was going to drive by blaring the Avengers theme and stare at him just so that he knew I knew. Instead, I chickened out and tweeted him hoping he can confirm. I haven’t gotten a response yet…

I ended up having a really interesting conversation with some people at the bus stop today. They were getting out of some sort of ‘clean and sober’ meeting and had starting saying how they were so bored because they didn’t have anything to do, and had to stay at home because all their old friends would pull them back. So I said something like, ‘So this is the time to do all the stuff your parents told you they didn’t have money/time for!’ “Whatcha mean?” “You know, like when you were five and you REALLY wanted to have that toy or do that thing and you were like, ‘Please mom please I gotta have this I gotta go do this’ and they went ‘Hell no you think I’m paying for that do you want to goddamn EAT?’ “ And this light went on in their eyes. The lady is going to go check thrift stores for an Easybake Oven and I told her about Wilton cake decorating classes. The dude is going to Griffith Park and ride horses, because, ‘I always wanted to be a cowboy, and you can’t drink when you’re on a horse ‘cause you’ll fucking die!’ Fuck it. This is what being an adult is. Sure it’s bills and work and relationships, but damn it, it’s also time to do the things you LIKE. I signed up for a free class/lecture on Water Gardens. I’m going. It’s time.

Jill. Jill you are wonderful.

no joke, this is such an important aspect of overcoming trauma. I mean the trauma of abusive parents, the trauma of broke ass parents who got toxic because of it, the trauma of capitalism. Like fuck it. Go to Wrestlemania. Build a shit ton of terrariums.

I took a stained glass class during the pandemic and now I have a hummingbird hanging in my kitchen window. And this year I’m finally getting chickens!!

This is literally why I have my Sailor Moon thermos.

it doesn’t even have to be the trauma of bad parents. It can be the everyday human pain of “I lost my favorite toy when I was 12 and never found it again.” It can be the parents who loved you and fully sympathized with your desire to have the thing, but honey, we just don’t have the money right now. It can be the fact that you no longer live with your brother who’s highly allergic to dogs, so you can finally have the dog you always wanted that you always understood why you couldn’t get, and you accepted it, but it was still painful. It can be the Atari games or Nintendo games or Sega games that don’t exist anymore that you played in your childhood.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve realized – you don’t have to be suffering some great trauma, something unusual and particularly damaging, to feel pain. You don’t have to have lost your entire home in a hurricane to have lost something you truly valued and miss a lot. You don’t have to have had toxic parents to have been denied some things you wanted because they just didn’t have the money, or the resources, or the health.

Time is pain. Loss and disappointment are part of human existence. But you don’t have to try to justify why your specific loss or disappointment is especially bad to admit that it hurts and do something to rectify that hurt in some small way.

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Good advice

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There was a wall here once. The tree remembers, but now the wind blows through roots that once nestled among stones.

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climbing through that gap will DEFINITELY take you somewhere Else